You asked what I had thought about that nightAnd I just stared into your eyes and smiled,For how could I express beauty in sight Without imperfect image then defiled?Instead I asked if ever you had trackedHow many twinkling stars litter the skyWhile knowing dawn will come before the fact,But you just shrugged and gave to me a sigh. Your eyes gaze galaxies I crave to know,Both gently traced by y...